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After a two-year struggle with a severe depressive phase, numerous changes in drug combinations, a change of ward, psychiatrist, my strength was brought to an alarming deficit. I just wanted everything to stop, to end, because it was unbearable… I wanted to be gone.
But then, from ‘somewhere’, I remembered that hagiotherapy might help me. It was worth a try. There were reasons to ‘stay’: my beautiful immediate and extended family.
At the beginning of hagiotherapy, it seemed to me that those sentences were somehow too fairy-tale like. I could not surrender to them, but I kept coming. I have to admit that it was all very nice, but too utopian. Some voice in me reacted to all those sentences with thoughts like: “Yeah right, the Creator was really happy with me… Yeah right, he wanted me just as I am. I probably fell from His palm, as that song says,” From God’s palm you’ve fallen, and you’ve been stealing angel’s peace.”
Sarcasm, strong self-criticism, self-blame, many fears of everything and anything were present in me.
But after a while, about a couple of months later, things suddenly started to change for the better. Practicing concentration and absorbing the spiritual medicines bore fruit. Confidence in my hagioassistant grew; her calmness, gentleness, and exceptional wit helped me realize that I am always loved, never alone, deeply desired, and created with love; that all is well and will be well, that there is Someone who is always on my side and forgives me everything. That Someone guards my life because I belong to Him, my Author.
My confidence began to return, my fears began to fade, and my condition became incredibly good! I started getting out of bed every day and resuming my family responsibilities.
I started helping my child with homework, cooking lunch, going to the store for groceries, cleaning the apartment, meeting my friends for coffee, stringing beads, drawing, driving a car. I was no longer afraid of open spaces or crowds of people on trams, where I used to have panic attacks. Things improved so much that joy, love, and the will to live began to overflow from me and in that state, I was able to help my friend who was struggling with a lack of self-confidence.
Dear reader, if you too are tormented by some kind of fear that impairs your quality of life, if you do not look forward to new mornings, or if you lose the will to live, feel free to contact the Center for Spiritual Help.
The experience is wonderful. You will simply recognize a new quality of life once the spiritual dimension of man is activated, and you will know that you can do anything.
